Across the Street from the Campus

Young lady, please don't fool with me.
Move on, and let me drink until I'm
Stupid. Then, I'll go back home.
It would be best for both of us if you
Left me to brood alone, and made no
Effort, though those efforts fill me
With the sort of joy which seeped
Out of my life I'm loath to say how
Many years ago, to come to me,
To sidle closer, drawn, I guess,
By strains of verse I mumble as I
Tame my cortex. I cannot be good
For you. I am a sack of fetid
Darkness. I'd enjoy you in my bed,
But, in the morning, gray or blue,
You'd feel as if I'd drawn your
Blood: demoralized, too weak
To move. Go find a youthful
MFA. Be smart. Don't fool
With me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-31 at 01:11

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